User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-1298206-20111105043502/@comment-25220117-20120512172410

''The ring-nosed ferret straightens up, and the turbaned fox sets his drink aside. They both watch the ferret warily, their muscles tensing as if about to about to make a run for it. The rat smiles nervously, his jovialty lost with the silence. The trio watch him from their table, along with most of the tavern who hadn't gotten up and searched for quieter horizons to drink and brood amongst themselves. The one-eyed rat finally stands, nodding to the scarred ferret'' "Yew gots a problem y' need t' settle, messmate?" The jovialty of earlier was obviously long gone, replaced by a suspecting silence filled with dangerous things waiting to happen